OFF-TANGENT(A Lesbian Story)

Chapter Twelve

Mika always enjoy flying. There was something about heights that exhilarates her. She liked to take window seats and look out dreamily as plains turn to mountains, rivers turn into vast ocean, clouds forming into different shapes then finally engulfing the aircraft and she can't see anything but white. Everything is like little pieces of a crazy quilt stitched together by some master's hand.

The sight of the ocean reminded herself that she had not gone to the beach in a long while. Mika loved the beach so much. She used to go with Wensh and some of their friends to the beach in their teen years. They would do random camp outs and enjoy campfires in the evening. Their favorite tho was playing beach volleyball. Mika love playing volleyball--- be it indoor or in the beach. I wonder if Vic plays...

And why, she asked herself tartly, would she be wondering about her? If she wanted to play the sport, there were plenty of people to ask. Kiefer would play with her. It wasn't his sport, but he had played with her before. Wensh loves the sport as much as she does. There was certainly no lack of players.

She wonders if Mozzy plays volleyball. Maybe she would think it was unladylike.

"Oh, stop thinking about Mozzy, and enjoy the trip." She laughed at herself. Had she really said that? How perfectly ridiculous she was being today. As if a couple of days with Vic Galang could be anything but a nuisance.

She picked up her book and buried her nose in it, trying to stop thinking, But she found herself reading the same sentence over and over, as if she had never seen it before, and finally she put the book aside and leaned back in her seat, watching clouds turn to greeneries.

Perhaps, she decided, she should be glad of this trip. She had not been away from Dumaguete in months. "You can get tunnel-vision living in a small town."

Perhaps that is what was wrong with Mozzy, Mika thought. Without enough things to keep her occupied, the woman had endless hours to find fault with others. And living across the driveway from her--- that would be next to impossible. The woman would practically feel obliged to keep Mika's house (and Mika herself) in line.

Don't jump to conclusions, she told herself firmly. You have never exactly felt like one of Mozzy'z favorites. But the only time the woman has actually been curt with you, you were late for lunch and you turned up covered with dust. No wonder she was less than pleased. It does not mean she is going to try to take you over completely. Give her a fair chance, Mika.

The skyline of Angeles City loomed against the brilliant blue. After the plane landed and the seat belt sign was turned off, Mika retrieved her hand-carry bag from the luggage bin just above her. She settled back to her seat as she waited for the aircraft doors to open. I missed travelling, she thought.

Vic had come to fetch her. She was loitering just inside the terminal, internet browsing in her phone, when Mika got out of the departure area. It did not surprise the reporter, and it did not precisely pleased her, either, she convinced herself.

"Well," she said. "I am getting the celebrity treatment. Have you been waiting here all morning?"

The businesswoman looked up with a smile, placed her cell phone on her pocket, and took her carry-on bag from her hand. "No. I read the plane schedule and discovered that this is the only trip from Dumaguete today. Is this all the luggage you have?"

Mika raised an eyebrow. "I am only staying a couple of days, Vic. I did not think I would need my entire wardrobe."

"Then you are the most unusual woman I have met. Come on, let's get out of this confussion. Would you like an early lunch, or did you eat on the plane?"